Dorothy Parker Quotes
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That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone
Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
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Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves.
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I require three things in a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
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Coolidge is dead" "How could they tell?
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If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.
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His voice was a intimate as the rustle of sheets.
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The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity.
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Every year, back come Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
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The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.
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I went to a convent in New York and was fired finally for my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.
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The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of the tires.
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The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant --- and let the air out of their tires.
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The best way to keep children home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant--and let the air out of the tires.
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Brevity is the soul of lingerie.
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I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
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A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
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The only "ism" Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.
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She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
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Trapped, like a trap in a trap.
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Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses.
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Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
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They sicken of the calm that know the storm.
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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea And love is a thing that can never go wrong And I am Marie of Roumania.
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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.